Beta’d by Oracleholly


Even though his staggering run was nearly three times as fast as a normal
human, his young body ached all over; he had been beaten, burned and
tortured before he had made his escape when explosions rocked the base.

As the first explosions hit, the sixteen-year-old male had grabbed the only
clothes he could find, a set of surgery scrubs, and began to run.  Scanning
the room quickly before leaving, he found the gift his father had given him
on his twelfth birthday.  Luckily, due to all the confusion, he made it
outside the compound, only to discover the true mystery…the signs all said
Sunnydale.  But his dad had destroyed Sunnydale 17 years before!


In the way only the grievously injured can, he locked his mind on all the
stories his parents had told him as a child, and he ran. If this was
Sunnydale, California, then the only safe haven he knew of this late at
night was 1630 Revello Drive, his Grandmum's house.

His lumbering, staggering run finally took him to Revello Drive.
Unfortunately the last remaining reserves of his energy were dwindling from
all the injuries he had sustained, and his body was no longer able to keep
up his superhuman pace falling into a more sedate stumbling walk.  He prayed
that he was not discovered by the denizens of the night. There was no way he
could fight them in the shape he was in, and Dampyre blood was said to be a
true delicacy.

His blood smeared the front door as he beat on it with all of his might.  He
was terrified for the first time in his young life that all of this could be
just another mind game courtesy of his captors.   As the door opened, he
spied a face he had never seen outside of pictures.  “Grandmum?”

With that last thought, he collapsed unconscious onto the floor.

Joyce looked at the young man sprawled in a heap halfway inside her front
door.  He appeared to be a younger version of that Spike vamp.  She picked
him up and half carried half dragged him to the couch.  The older woman had
seen more than a few strange things in her life on the Hellmouth, and after
finding he had a pulse, dressed and tended the boy's many injuries.

As that task drew to a close she picked up the phone and dialed a well-known
number.  “Giles I need Buffy and her friends here. Yes, immediately. Spike
is here and he seems to be human”
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Spike had escaped the bloody Slayer’s prison. The bloody bitch!  He was
making his way across campus to her dorm, for a bit of revenge when he saw
them, literally hundreds of human soldiers converging from all around him. 
Now Spike loved a good fight, but starving and out numbered he had simply
used his speed to get away.  Of course they were still after him, and soon
they had him cornered in an old athletic stadium.

He fought bravely, but that was what he did.  Fighting like a cornered,
wounded tiger, he had soon brought the enemies number down by nearly half;
however, in the one split second he had paused to assess the battle, a
soldier got in a lucky shot.  It was a near miss as the taser barely hit
him, but it was enough of a hit to make him lose control of his body.  The
electric shock incapacitated him to the point where he could see and hear
the enemy, but he could not fight back.

Spike readied himself to die this indignant death, one where he couldn't
even give a verbal attack at his killers.  He refused to show any fear.  He
was the Big Bad, and he would die a warrior even if his enemies were cowards
that hid behind their silly toys.  He awaited the inevitable as only a true
warrior could with a sneer on his face and a curse in his heart.

However as the cowardly 'heroes' closed on him stakes in hand, his demon
began to rejoice.  It sensed family close and coming fast.  Feeling family
was a surprise really considering the only family the bleach blond fighter
knew on this side of the ocean was Peaches and his deluded sire.  Never the
less he felt someone, two female someones.

Sensing two female family members wasn’t in itself a surprise, but Spike
heard their heartbeats as well as the two slammed into his enemy delivering
a barrage of kicks and punches.

The nearer one might have been all of thirteen, a red-haired beauty with
piercing blue eyes.  She was the wind and the earthquake, ethereal, but at
the same time, filled with a type of earthy beauty that made his heart
swell.

The older exuded old power, power that seemed to call to him.  As she
swirled between two enemies, he saw her face.  He knew not whether to faint,
laugh, or bloody piss on himself.  It was Buffy the Bloody vamp slayer!  But
her hair was longer and darker, and she danced even better than the last
time he had seen her.  If this was the Slayer, he was almost glad he had
found the soldiers and not her.
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Buffy spun away from one of the Initiatives looking over at her youngest
Erin.  Both her daughters were daddy's girls, but Erin was by far the worse.
  The fourteen year old had taken one look at this universe’s version of her
father and attacked the soldiers in a rage.  Buffy was scared her youngest
would take a life, but as the last soldier fell to the women of Clan
Summers-Davenport, no one had died.

Buffy moved quickly picking up this Spike, all the while reminding herself
THIS was not her husband, not her mate.

“C’mon Blondie Bear, I'll take you to casa del Summers to clean you up.”

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"Joyce, are you sure?"  Rupert Giles had lived on the Hellmouth for a few
years, but this seemed more extraordinary than most things he had seen, 
"Spike a human?"

Joyce gave a long-suffering sigh.  "Yes Rupert, and he seems to be younger
as well, much younger.  He looks to be around fifteen or sixteen, and Rupert
the injuries…he is covered from head to toe in cuts, burns and bruises. 
Rupert, I think he has been tortured."

Cleaning his glasses, Giles looked over at Xander.  "I'll be there shortly
Joyce.  I am sending Xander for Buffy and Willow."  He hung up the phone.

"You heard?" he asked the gangly teen.

"Yeah, human Spike badly injured at Casa del Summers," the often obnoxious
boy answered,  "On the way to get the Buffster."

He left the Watcher’s apartment shaking his head.
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Past Buffy and Willow were leaving the party as they saw a very familiar
Desoto turn the corner on two wheels.  Buffy ordered, "Get behind me
Willow!"

The redhead moved behind the Slayer and began looking for stakes. Before
either of them could get prepared, the car skidded to a halt just in front
of them and the passenger door flew open.  Inside much to their astonishment
was another Buffy, as well as a young redhead nursing a seemingly comatose
Spike.

"Get in."  The older version said in a growling whisper.

"Oh yeah," Wills exclaimed, "So not getting in with the walking,
stick-a-bottle-in-your-face, kidnap, almost cost you your best friend and
your boyfriend vamp.  Cause you know evil and all that, oh, oh besides, not
really trusting the whole second Buffy thing and the leather, so not
you…well maybe you, but not our Buffy…not with the black hair and thigh high
boots, plus the whole poofy shirt, and dagger sticking out of your belt,
well really kind of piratey."

The redheaded girl in the backseat sarcastically stated,  "Man mum, you were
right Auntie Willow has always been a babbler."  The young girl grinned at
the two shocked younger versions of her mum and Willow outside the car.

The older dark haired Buffy focused intently on her younger counterpart. 
Dark Buffy asserted,  "Listen, the guys in military gear you’ve seen around
campus, they hunt supernatural beings.  As of about an hour ago a shithead
from my, our time joined them.  He knows all about the Slayer, her best
friend the witch, Xander, Giles, and even mom."  The two teens felt great
annoyance emanating from dark Buffy toward them as she continued, “He hates
us all, but you," pointing at younger Buffy, "and Spike top his list."

The younger Buffy made a quick decision and got in the car followed by a
much more reluctant Willow.  "Why does he hate Spike? What did Spike eat his
mom or something?"  Younger Buffy snapped back waspishly


"Nope," the young girl holding Spike's head in her lap answered, "Spike has
two things he wants but can never have. Mum," pointing at the woman in the
front seat, and then pointing to herself, "and three beautiful children."

"Oh bloody buggerin’ hell!" came from the barely conscious Vampire.
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Rupert Giles was a learned man, first in his class back at Oxford and
watcher to one of the longest-lived slayers in recent history, but what he
saw before him had him stymied.

[It was in effect Spike, well at least Spike in looks and size.  The
similarities between the two were unheard of.  In spite of the differences,
the only sensible conclusion he could reach was the same as Joyce’s earlier
one, that   Spike was now Human.  Yes, human with numerous injuries
apparently recently received from torture, since the cut on his eyebrow was
new, and suffering all the worst wounds his demon had faced.  He wondered at
the fact that the former demon seemed to call to him; he felt the
overwhelming need to protect him.   Perhaps the Powers that Be had done this
so the former Vampire could finish redeeming himself.

Giles was lost in these thoughts as Joyce returned to the room carrying soup
and sandwiches, evidently for the now human Vamp.
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"What?  You don't want me?"  Erin gave the past version of her father the
same weepy eyes and pouting lip that reduced her father to instantly caving,
and it seemed to work on the younger version just as well.

"Oh no it’s not like that sweet bit, three kids, bloody well kind of a
dream.  But married to ‘Miss Got A Bloody Stick Shoved Up Her Ass - I Love
The Buggerin’ Droopy One - He's My Bloody Soul Mate.’"  He looked at his
present version of Buffy as if she were a bug under a microscope.  "No
bleedin’ way!"

"What you think mum has girl cooties?" the young auburn haired girl asked
with her dad’s famous smirk.

"Spike, me, you, sex, never gonna happen," past Buffy said through clinched
teeth.

This earned a snort from the Buffy driving.  "Oh yeah, you know he can smell
it when he turns you on right?

"Ewwww, Buffy never gets turned on by Spike!"  Willow made a gagging noise,
"Cause he is evil."

"Can smell you to love," Spike curled his tongue behind his teeth.

"Red, you've wanted a taste of the Big Bad as long as the Slayer."  His
smirk was infuriating, and his remarks shut the two college students up.

This is a rather short chappie, but I hope to have the next out very soon.
Thanks To Oracle Holly for the beta.



Joyce sat next to the younger version of Spike on the couch slowly running
her fingers through his hair as she stared off into space. Why was she
feeling so attached to this boy? She barely knew Spike, having only
encountered him three times prior to this evening- and the first time, well
she didn’t know it was him only some strange hopped-up PCP addict on top of
her daughter, the second time when Buffy announced first that he was the
singer in her band, but then he was a vampire and oh yes, she was the
Slayer, and the last time, the most confusing time, when he arrived
heartbroken at the house pouring his heart out to her over a cup of cocoa
with marshmallows before Buffy threatened to stake him. Nothing in their
shared past explained the strange kinship she felt toward the young man
suffering so horribly on her couch. Her heart went out to him. She looked
over at Giles as he paced, the expression on his face mirrored how she felt
with the concern written deep. It was strange because she knew the Watcher
hated Spike more than her daughter did.

"Rupert, what is happening to us?"

The Watcher walked quietly to the sofa and bent on one knee next to the
battered and bruised young man.

"The only thing possibility that I can think of Joyce at the moment is that
this may be some reward from the Powers That Be for some action Spike has
done." Giles removed his glasses and stared down at them. "I would theorize
that the warm feelings we have toward Spike must come from the Powers as
their means of protecting him from his former enemies."

Joyce stared down again at the tow headed youth whose head rested in her
lap. “But Rupert, I don’t understand. Wouldn't they reward Angel first? And
wouldn't we know if Spike had done something that extraordinary?"

"Actually," Giles began cleaning his glasses, "Spike has already helped save
the world once. When Angel lost his soul becoming Angelus and tried to end
the world, it was Spike who not only saved me but also assisted Buffy in
stopping him. You should remember that evening. Buffy told me that Spike was
here when it was revealed to you her slayer destiny."

Giles stood, turned, and began pacing. "And for an unsouled creature, such
as Spike, who by his very nature is evil, his actions that evening were is
more extraordinary than a souled being giving their life to save the world.
Given that Spike lies here before us in such a state only increases the
chances that he did something else and was rewarded for it.”

As if by some magic word the young man on the couch suddenly went into game
face and began whimpering.
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Future Buffy looked around as she drove scoping out every direction as if
she were trying to sense something. The other two women in the front seat
were beginning to think that she was crazy when a voice from the back spoke
up.

"You bring a son with you Slayer?" Spike questioned as his eyes seemed to
come unfocused as his nose dilated, "Cause I am getting a male, very young,
hurt bad. Bloody hell, what did they do to him??"

Spike shifted into game face and his snarling countenance scared the college
women in the front seat.

"Where?" the Darker Buffy asked, her voice filled with fear.

"Her house," Said the snarling Vamp pointing at the younger Buffy.

"How bad?" the Mother asked.

"He will live, but he has been bloody well hurt bad." If asked Spike could
not have explained the anger he felt over someone he had never met being
tortured.

"He'll need blood," Buffy cut a circle in the Desoto and headed out for
Willy's. Looking back at this world's Spike, "and so do you. I'll pick up
some human for you both."

At Spike's shocked look she added, "Ya didn't think you were going to kill
someone while riding in a car full of slayers did you?"
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Giles stared aghast at the young man's face as he began waking up.

"But he has a heart beat?!" His words were both an accusation and a
question.

"Grandpapa Ripper," the teen’s voice more a moan than anything else asked,
"where's Mum?"

Giles watched the young man's movements. He looked as if he might be
drugged. "I don't believe I know your mum, Spike?"

The boy snickered through his pain, "No, Spike is my Papa." William began to
stretch, but his numerous wounds caused him to grimace. "Mum, is Buffy Anne
Summers Kenticot, your Slayer."

It was if a light had been turned on. He saw, even if he didn't want to,
this boy was human but also with a demon. He wasn't a Vampire, but the
almost legendary, most often believed to be old wives tale. He was a Bloody
Damphyre! The older man's legs gave out from under him; it bloody made sense
in a Hellmouthy way.

"Well lad, when were you born?"

"I was born, February 24th of 2004." The young man looked first at the man
sitting on the floor, and then at the woman who had his head in her lap.
"But Nana you're dead?”
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As Buffy pulled into Willy's parking lot, Spike cleared his throat. "The
boy, can he use sire's blood?"

The Darker Buffy looked back at him. "You don't even know him." her voice
caught in her throat.

The shy eyes that stared back at her looked so much like her son that her
breath caught in her throat.

"Yeah, but this is likely the closest I'll bloody come to having kids so,
yeah, I'll give him my blood." His fingers ran through Erin's hair. The look
on his face was so sad that even the two college age Scoobs noticed and were
saddened by it.

The small voice of Erin broke the silence barely uttering above a whisper,
"You can be my Uncle Spike while we are here."

"Would love that Nibblet."
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Xander Harris came awake in pain; his head hurt, and his body seemed numb.
He tried to move, but as he did so he became aware of the fact that he was
chained to a wall in what appeared to be a sewer system somewhere.

"Xander, Xander, Xander, ya know, I used to think we were friends. But you
sold us out." a tall, dark haired figure in military fatigues said as he
stepped out of the shadows. "You sold out humanity, first by sleeping with
that demon slut Anya, then by aiding and abetting those damn twins."

Xander stared at the man trying to place him. "What the hell are you talking
about?" He pulled on his bounds. "I don't even know you."

"What boy, not even gonna threaten me with that Slayer bitch??"
 

Chapter 3 of Time Tossed
Another short chappie,

Spike sat in the backseat of the Desoto, running his hands through the hair of the young girlchild who sat comfortably with her head on his shoulder. In his entire life, both human and Vamp, he had never felt this feeling of contentment. His demon should be howling at the thought; William, his inner ponce, should be dithering. No, however it was Spike, the pure unadulturated demon, that was truly content. Family. Such a small word, but in truth something the demon had never really felt. With Dru, he had come close, but never was it like this. This other Spike - he had a wife and mate, a son and this beautiful child next to him, and from what he had heard another daughter somewhere who was full of piss and vinegar and looking just like the Slayers in the front seat.

A sudden intake of breath drew his attention back to the front seat as both the Slayer and Witch stared at him.

"Blokes got a right to a dream, don't he?" he asked his Slayer. And yes, she was his Slayer from here on out. He couldn't deny the truth of that anymore.

"Just never thought I would see this." Buffy the younger stated looking confused. "I mean Vamps can't love, its impossible."

Before Spike could answer, there was a loud snort from the returning Darker Buffy as she handed him a large cup of heated blood. "Yeah, and who told you that?" she asked her younger doppelganger. "Hmmm, let me guess, the Council. Who conveniently don’t want you to believe anything good about the enemy. Oh, oh, no, better yet, I know, I bet it was Angel! Yeah! Right cause he has no reason to lie to you about this." Her smirk was far from pleasant.

"Hey! Angel doesn’t have any reason to lie to me." The younger Buffy was getting a bit pissed.

"No? Why lie? I mean…he doesn't love you souless, so of course since the moon rises and sets on his fat ass, he must be right." The elder Buffy says as she buckles her seat belt and started the car. "You ever stop to think that maybe all a soul really is…hmmm…a conscience? Wouldn’t that make you think before you start killing off others? Maybe the Angelus you saw might just be the true Angel, an Angel that you are scared to death to know?"
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The one good thing about knowing who the young man, no, not young man - her grandson, Joyce stopped suddenly and walked back to the kitchen door to look out at her grandson, really was, was the fact that now she knew the beginnings of how to help him heal. Rupert, who was currently watching HER grandson sleep had informed her that according to legends Damphyres were human predators that survived mainly on red meat. Unlike Vampires, Damphyres could and often did survive on normal human foods, but when severely injured, they needed lots of red meat. He had also informed her that Damphyes were seen as protectors of their human cousins.

Joyce warmed her pan as she finished defrosting a pack of steaks. She really didn't know why she kept buying steaks, as neither she nor Buffy ate red meat very often, but still it was a habit she had picked up while being married to Hank. Right now she was happy she had some on hand. She stopped suddenly and walked back to the living room door and took a quick look at her GRANDSON.

OK she had seen Spike before and yeah he looked very nice, but damn who knew he could make a son that looked so sweet. Joyce walked back to the stove and continued cooking the steaks hoping that seven should be enough. Rare?? Someone that needed red meat to heal might need it a bit bloody, his father was a vampire after all. Hmmmm, my son-in-law is Spike. Nope that’s not going to do, have to call him William, or Will, no, William, it fits him better, more distinguished. Joyce loaded the plate with the seven rare steaks. She thought for a moment before grabbing her largest eating bowl and headed to the freezer bringing back the ice cream container inside. After all her GRANDSON, might want some Cookie Dough ice cream.
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Xander had never been this scared in all his life. The guy standing in the shadows had been ranting for a good ten minutes, and it was obvious the guy was insane. He tried to drone out the guy’s words, but when something was said that was to insane for words, he spoke up. "What the hell, Spike has kids?"

The statement was wrong on so many levels that Xan could almost bet it had to be true. "Yes, Spike has kids, and you're gonna kill them??"

Xander peered into the shadows at the obviously SUICIDAL, insane nutcase there. "Man have you ever met Spike? The guy will kill you just for looking at any kids of his."

The man finally stepped completely from the shadows, and Xander nearly gasped at the scars on the man’s face. His ugly face was crisscrossed with angry twisted gaping scars.

"You like those huh?" The Man asked with a sneer, "Spike's bitch of an eldest daughter did it."

Once again Xander's mouth overran his brain. "Dude, I don't know how it is where your from, but in Sunnydale, no…means NO."

Ok, Xander thought, he was getting it. Scarface had tried something with this Joyce, who is Spike's daughter, still hard to get his mind around that, and now Scar had to kill Spike before Spike killed him. Of course just this once the Xanman was gonna have to plead with Buffy for Spike leniency, cause this guy just needed to be dead.

"Not like that, but maybe," Scarface’s grin looked like a rictus as he continued, "she does look exactly like her mom. But she’s never been touched by a demon. Hmmm, blonde hair, green eyes, yeah, I might have some fun before I kill her."

Xander’s head came up with a jerk, and he stared into the hate-filled eyes before him. "But Dru is a brunette."

The smile grew, "Dru isn't her mom, Buffy is."

Xander lunged forward nearly breaking his own arms as the chain snatched him back.
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As the Desoto came to a stop, Spike hit the ground running bringing his demon to the for as he raced into the Summers’ house. As he stepped through the door, he flung his duster off as he brought his wrist to his lips and tore through the veins there. He moved behind William quickly using his own body to support his almost-son. He was only vaguely aware of the Slayer’s mum and Watcher looking on with shocked eyes as he began feeding the boy. "Don't worry mate, Uncle Spike's got ya."

Rupert Giles caught his words immediately that this wasn't young William's father, but rather the Spike from Rupert's own when. Yet the way he cradled the boy feeding him sire's blood, or possibly as close as could be had here, it was very telling. Buffy, his slayer, had followed only a step behind stake in hand, but as Spike began feeding William, she stopped and picked up Spike's duster dropping it over the back of the couch.

What did surprise the Watcher was the second Buffy. Older than his Slayer, yes, but if he were to judge he would say only older by three or four years at the most. The last two arrivals were both redheads. Willow he knew well, but the younger redhead was a bundle of energy; her eyes flashed yellow, and Rupert realized that obviously William had at least one sister. Dear God, the implications!
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Xander stared at the butt ugly monster that called itself a man in front of him. He was angrier than he had ever been. The blinds had been forcibly removed from his eyes, and as much as he hated it he somehow knew the man wasn't lying about Buffy and Spike. But that didn't matter right now. It scared him, yes, it hurt him, sure, but that wasn't important right now. All that mattered was the safety of Buffy's children. "Ya know when Spike comes up and slips his fangs in you and drains you dry? Afterwards, I think I'll buy the bastard a beer."

The blows that came after were painful, yes, brutal yes, but more so they were expected. As he began to lose consciousness, Xander was almost surprised when he realized that YES, he did want a front row seat of the Bleached one killing this trash.








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Betaed by Oracle Holly
"He is just so much sweeter than Angel." Joyce stated to the room smiling broadly. "William, can I get you anything?" she asked the slack jawed Vamp on her couch.

"Uhmm, actually Joyce, its Spike." He answered slowly, "And everything is fine."

Suddenly Spike remembered the ring in his pocket and reached his right hand down to retrieve it. As he pulled it out of his pocket, the finger of the previous owner came with it. Removing the ring from its finger placeholder, the finger dusted as it fell. He couldn't stop his chuckle at Angel's finger dusting. He slid the ring of Amara onto his own in order to help the sleeping boy as he fed the boy his ‘Sire’s’ blood.

Past Buffy was at first too shocked for words at seeing the ring, but then her anger simmered to a fine boil allowing her brain to focus. "YOU stole Angel's ring!" Buffy started advancing on the completely helpless vamp in front of her with stake raised only to come face to face with both her future self and the redheaded daughter blocking her path.

"Back off!" The older Buffy ground out from between clinched teeth, "That is my son he is healing."

However, the younger Buffy was not going to be deterred. As she moved to push by her future self, the redheaded child grabbed her arm and used an arm lock forcing the younger Buffy to her belly on the floor. "There will be no attacking of a Spike on my watch." Erin almost snarled into her mother's doppelganger’s ear.

"Don't see how you can call it Angel's," Spike began, "I found it after it had been lost for centuries. YOU stole it from me, and gave it to him. Last I heard, being given stolen property doesn't make it yours."

"Buffy, how could you?" Joyce admonished her daughter.

"MOM, he was trying to kill me." Buffy fought the grip holding her, but quickly realized that the daughter of both a Slayer and a Vamp equaled someone stronger than just a slayer. "And besides…Angel deserved to walk in the sunshine."

"But Buffy, if the ring wasn't yours?" Joyce looked over at Spike with a smile. "I am sure that William didn't mean it."

"Uhmmm…actually Joyce she has a point. Kind of bloody did, but still it’s my ring." Spike looked for all the world like a kid with his hand caught in a cookie jar. "And uhhm, again…the name is Spike."

"Still Buffy, you don't attack visitors in our home." Joyce admonished her daughter.

"But, IT'S SPIKE!" Buffy almost screamed as if this were the answer to every problem.

"Yes dear, and it looks like HE will be the father of your children." Joyce looked over at Erin, "You can let her go now."

She looked at the young girl carefully, "Are you my grand child too?"
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Xander returned to consciousness chained to a the same chair. His face hurt, and his ribs felt like they were being twisted in place. He scanned the room for the insane nutcase, but all he saw was a woman setting in a chair facing him. And ye gods what a woman! She looked like a playboy centerfold, with blonde hair, blue eyes, long legs, and at least a Double D cup of booby goodness. Her skin-tight latex left nothing to the imagination. It was jet black, consisting of only a short skirt with a painted on top. He felt himself drooling through his bruises as she stood and walked towards him on bare feet.

As she walked towards him quietly, she pulled a strait razor out of her bra and opened it. All Xander felt was relief that this Golden Goddess was here to free him, and as she stepped behind him, he couldn't stop the relieved sigh from escaping his lungs.

But then he felt the cool kiss of steel as it moved up his right arm, slicing not his arm, but his shirtsleeve. His breath drew in a hiss as he tried to turn to look at her. Her eyes that only seconds before had seemed kind, now looked like the eyes of a demon – filled with hatred and mockery - as she drew the blade across his chest cutting his shirt completely off.

"What you thought I was here to save you?" Her melodious voice twisted with hatred, "I am your torturer, you pathetic boy.”

She knelt at his feet wearing a sadistic smile as she began slicing off his jeans
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Buffy Summers the Younger was pacing the floor in anger as she watched HER mom treating her older doppelganger, the two kids, and SPIKE like honored houseguests, and HER watcher trying to get a word in edgewise to figure out this mystery. It wasn't a mystery to her! Obviously either this older her was completely delusional, or HER Spike was nothing like the other Buffy’s past-Spike, because it was so clear that this Future Buffy didn't really know Angel.

Why couldn't the son over on the couch be named Liam with brown hair and eyes? No! HER possible future son just had to look like SPIKE, exactly like SPIKE. It so pissed her off to the point of violence. But having felt Erin's strength, she knew it would be quite a battle. And she just didn't want to have to kick the four of their asses all over her mother's home destroying it. Yeah, that was why she hadn't punched anyone yet. Shut up little voices.

Suppressing a smile, Buffy the Elder watched her younger self. It wasn't hard to figure out what her other self was thinking. "You wish your crutch was here, don't you?" she asked with a smirk.

"My what?" her younger self answered.

"Your crutch. You know Angel, your emotional crutch."

"What the heck are you babbling about now?" Younger Buffy asked, actually baffled enough to almost forget her anger.

"As long as you pretend Angel is your soul mate, you don't have to invest yourself with loving anyone else." Darker Buffy answered, "Then you can just coast through life barely living, blaming everything on fate, because you are too much of a coward to even try."

Buffy shook her head as if trying to clear it. "Look I don't know why you have an obsession with this soulless evil vamp, but it doesn't give you the right to keep insulting Angel. He IS a great MAN."

"Then where is he?" Erin snapped, sarcastically looking around the room as if she was really expecting the brooding vampire to be hidden somewhere.

Glaring at Erin, she argued, "He left me, so I could have a normal life." She felt confident in her answer as Willow and Joyce nodded with her. But all it drew from Spike was a snort then an out right laugh.

"Bloody hell slayer, he sold you a bill of goods." Spike snarked.

"Oh yeah, and you know about love, how?" Young Buffy’s anger rushed back to the surface once again.

Spike looked deeply into her eyes and said, "If I loved ya, I would go to the end of the bleedin’ earth to make myself what I needed to be to have your love." His statement was one of simplicity. Even before she could argue, she saw the three future folks just nodding in agreement.

Older Buffy smiled sadly before beginning, "My Spike and I had a fight. We hurt each other a lot, and said many terrible things. It was both our faults, but Spike being Spike, he blamed himself.” She glanced quickly over at the present Spike. “So he went to Africa seeking out a legend. He endured a tournament and torture on the chance that he might win his soul, and just so he might be able to get me to love him back." She was crying now. "Ya know, the funny thing was I already loved him."

The others including Spike went slack jawed at that. "No bleedin way! NO! I won't become a bloody, broodin’ poofter for bloody anyone."

"Are you saying that SPIKE fought for and won a soul on purpose?" Giles was cleaning his glasses at a rate previously unknown to all present. "That is remarkable, and he did it out of LOVE?" His question seemed laced with more inner thought rather than directed toward anyone.

Older Buffy noticed Willow in the corner with her hand raised in the air like they were in class. She snickered, and then motioned for the redhead to speak.

"How did he…uhhmm…father children? I mean we know that Vamps can't. Was it a prophesy or what?" Willow stumbled through her questions.

"We thought it was a Prophesy at first, but then the coven in Bath acted like we were idiots for thinking that. It seems that some philosopher named Galen had it right, something about a soul being to a body what sun and rain are to a flower." Older Buffy wiped the tears from her eyes.

"OH, OH, then why didn't Angel…" Willow began just to be cut off by the older Buffy.

"Simple. First not his real soul; second the Demon and the soul have to completely accept each other." She explained.

"Not his soul? Then whose?" Giles asked this time.

With a grim, disgusted look on her face, the older Buffy bit out, "Stupid Gypsies cursed him with the soul of child he killed.”
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Staring helplessly down at the blonde at his feet, Xander could only watch as she had sliced off his pants and begun to shave his legs. She was also mumbling to herself, sounding for all the world crazier than Drusilla, "No hair…no hair. Men are slaves. Slaves should be shorn from head to toe." The way things kept going, Xander figured he would be bald as Kojack in just a few minutes.
tbc

Xander Harris was in heaven as the blonde Amazon's head bobbed up and down on his erection.  If she kept this up she could shave him everyday.  As the pressure began to build, his head fell back and he knew he was nearing a mind blowing orgasm.  Then she just quit and looked up at him with pure evil in her eyes.  She spoke not a word as she turned and walked back to the other side of the room.  Despite his predicament Xander's eyes were drawn to the hem of her skirt, which had ridden up around her waist exposing him to the fact that she wore no panties.

After she reached the other side of the room the woman picked up her purse.  As she walked back towards Xander, she pulled out a bottle and took a long drink.  The liquid spilled out the corners of her mouth and ran down her chin dribbling onto overdeveloped breasts.  Xander couldn’t help but follow the trail left by the fluid’s movements causing him to grow harder than he thought possible.

"This," she  held up the bottle and shook it a little for emphasis, "is a drug made by my people.  It is called Awalten, or in your language, Exxxtasy.  We have used it since Rome was but a small village made of mud huts."  She looked him in the eyes and smiled.  "However unlike your drug of the same name, Awalten has a delightful side-effect - it will add a few inches to your poor limp pecker.  And for those of us on the receiving end, it means once your up, you can't go down."   Her smirk grew crueler as she continued to look at him.

She  placed the bottle against his lips and turned it up so he could drink.  Still hard and aching from the interrupted blowjob, Xander downed all she offered lustily.  Hey what man didn't wanna be bigger and stay hard forever?  Xander Harris had forgotten this was supposed to be torture as he swallowed the last of the drug. The Amazon smiled at him and began digging into her purse.  Xander thought that what she pulled out looked for all the world like jelly strips flattened onto paper.   He watched as the woman pulled off several and rolled them into a ball and began working it with her fingers. He asked the woman,  "Hehehe,  what’s that?"  

"Simpleton," her voice was soft and almost sweet, "I know you have admired women in bikinis before enjoying the sight of their smooth limbs with not a trace of hair.  THIS is what they clean themselves with, nasty boy."

"And uhhhhm, where are YOU going to use that.” he asked her.

Her answering smile was a frozen wasteland as she began rubbing the wax onto his already shaven pubic area.

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Buffy the younger watched as her older doppelganger worked the room like a political pro.  Other than herself and Spike, she doubted that anyone actually noticed what was happening.  When the others were completely engrossed in their conversation, the Elder Buffy exited the dining room filled with the rest of the household and joined her younger counterpart in the living room. 

"You have any future type Questions?" she asked the younger version.

"Oh yeah, just one or two.  When did we get so smart?"  The Younger asked.

"Huh?"  Darker Buffy seemed like she was hiding a smile.

"Oh nothing, it’s just that you played everyone in there.  Gave mom two beautiful grandkids when she never expected me to live to see twenty-five.  Gave Willow and Giles enough research material to keep them happy for at least a year.  Add to that you calmly announce that Spike graduated first in his class from Oxford in languages of all things.  Oh yeah and with out trying, you give my Immortal pain in the ass a reason to change sides that NO ONE would have thought  could happen.  Right now you have the guy ready to get a soul and march into the Hellmouth, as hmmmm how did he put it?  ‘'Wearing bloody Elizabeth Taylor jewelry and singing bloody Frank Sinatra's greatest hits.’  AND you gave me a truth that I have thought of lots of times."

"What do you want first?" her Elder asked with a smirk as she moved to sit beside her younger self.

"The kids. I mean are they really all that?"  She had to know.  She had never expected to have kids, and these two were already growing on her.

"Oh yeah, I never really understood love, ya know, not just with Angel, but over all.  I mean Angel was like a light in a dark room, and it seemed perfect.  With Spike it was like a huge sports stadium, it blew my mind.  But then came the twins. It was like suddenly I saw the sun for the first time.  To be honest I was scared at first that I wouldn't be able to love Spike as much as the kids, but... then when I got him back it was like I had the sun, the moon and the stars."  The older woman stopped for a moment her eyes watering.  "Then  after Erin was born everything just  came even more into focus.  I learned that real love is infinite there is always plenty for everyone.  God, right now I know My Spike and Joy are alive, but... it hurts that they aren't here with us.  The kids have never met their Grandmum, and well I just wish Joy was here.  But I also know being apart right now will keep her and her Papa safe and both will keep the other out of trouble.

"How bad?"  The blonder woman Buffy asked.

"How bad, what?"

"How bad did I, I mean you, treat spike before...?”

"What gives you that idea?"  Darker Buffy seemed a bit nervous.

"Please, the way you have been treating my Spike?  I know what those marks on your neck are.  They aren't love bites nor even a normal mating Claim, those are the full deal."  The younger shuddered before she continues.  "And I know you aren't trying to seduce him, so I think it might be guilt?"

"Yeah a little bit."  She leaned back,  "OK a lot.  When Spike and I first started, ahem, dating I used to go to his place screw him until neither one of us could move, rest enough to move, then kick him in the head  as I ran off with my virtue aflutter.  I treated him worse than Angelus ever treated us, except I was sleeping with Spike.  I'd screw him silly then refuse to tell anyone we were together. I'd see him around my friends and ridicule him, then chase him down alone and use him for sex."  She glanced over at her younger self, noticing the sick expression on her face, "You asked for it."

"But why did he take it?" The younger woman was truly aghast and more than a little lost.

"When Spike loves someone he forgives. God, one morning I had had a bad day, and he told me to lay it all on him.  I beat him nearly to death and left him in an alley for the sun.  But that same night when I saw him he had already forgiven me.  He never even brought it up again.  Just let it go, ya know?

The teen sat for a minute staring at the floor. "That made it worse didn't it?  I mean Angel would have shown up battered and bruised with those puppy-dog eyes and had you begging him to forgive you.  Then when he did you could have felt better."  She looked over at the elder woman.  "You sure he doesn't already have a soul?" she asked with a crooked sad grin.

Then she added another question, "But on your side, why Spike?"

At this Buffy the Elder let out a snort then answered with a smile. "Weeell size really does matter. God, Spike is just everything I never knew I wanted till I got it.  I have never been loved like he loves me, and I have never loved anyone like I love him.  He walks beside me, not hiding behind me, not in front of me trying to protect me, beside me like a partner should."

The dreamy quality that filled in her eyes astounded the younger slayer.  Still dreamy eyed after what?  18, 20 years…damn.

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On one hand Xander was more than a little impressed at his now disturbingly large erection, but on the other the hot wax attached to his nut sack had him worried.  The woman Hipptolya, she had called herself, sauntered  back up to him and offered him a drink from a bottle of Crown Royal <Chivas Regal>.  As he gulped down then choked out the fiery Canadian whiskey, she pushed apart his knees and knelt her now naked body between them. 

Leaning forward she allowed  her DD-cup breasts to rub  against his straining erection.  Her tongue slithered out and began making circles around his engorged cockhead.  All the while as her finger moved to the wax on his balls, and in one sure motion she ripped the wax free.  Xander’s scream hit a pitch that only dogs could hear as he passed out.

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Back on Revello Drive the gang had all gone to bed.  Both Willow and Giles had returned to their respective homes, Joyce had retired to her room, and Buffy the Younger had volunteered to sleep on the couch  so that Older Buffy and the kids could have her room and the guest room. Of course sleeping on the couch had its advantages.  The couch was close to the basement door.  The fact was she had begun to admit that she did have more carnal feelings for the vampire on a cot in the basement.  She waited all of thirty minutes to let the others go to sleep before going to the basement.

Although She was scared to death as she undressed going down the stairs.  She was wet and aching.  The older Buffy’s words echoed in her mind.  Having denied her lust for the vamp for so long, she desperately needed to see if size really did matter.

As her bare feet hit the floor of the basement, she heard Spike's sharp intake of breath as he pulled back the sheet covering his body.  Her eyes gazed lustily over his nude form, his hard cock reaching slightly over his belly button, his abs seeming to flex with every breath.  Young Buffy’s  breath came in labored gasps as she slipped her right leg over his hips.  Her right hand reached down to grasp his erection as she lowered herself onto the hard cock under her.  As it slipped in she felt herself stretch to the point of almost pain, and as her hips met his she felt him gently nudge her cervix. 

She looked down into his darkened gaze and spoke, "No words tonight, just sex."

tbc
And two  new chappies :P

Time Tossed 6

Younger Buffy woke with a feeling of being filled, her nerve endings slightly numb; her whole body still languid and rested.  The complete bliss
she still felt was still new to her.  Never had anyone made her feel like this.  As she waxed poetic she felt Spike pulling away.  Without thinking
her legs were wrapped around him pulling his still hard cock back into her depths.  It seemed that one night wasn't enough.  As he slid all the way
back in and then back, she felt their sticky, dried sweat covered bodies peeling away from each other.  It was sick; it was weird, but god it turned
her on.

Spike pulled almost all the way, keeping just the crown buried in Buffy.  Slowly working it in circles then pulling it up and across her clit. 
Buffy's not so silent moans were music to his ears.  Last night had been a battle, a sexual war.  This morning was all about pleasure.  She was his,
and he intended to show her.

Her hazel eyes seemed to glow as she looked up at him. "No tease. In me now."

He smiled down at her as he continued to tease her for a bit.  Just as she was about to speak again, he suddenly slammed it all the way in.  Watching
her eyes bulge as he hit bottom hard.  He raised both her ankles and put them together behind her left ear.  He alternated strokes - a few so hard
that Buffy's face was contorted in fear and intense pleasure, then slow, gentle, and loving.  Watching as she breathed hard through her mouth, Spike
admired that her face was now a study in disbelief.  Seeing her face, he knew she had never truly come for any of her lovers before him.   He was
well aware that few men had his size, and Spike intended to ruin her for anyone else.  On the next hard down thrust as her eyes bulged he stayed deep grinding his pubic hair into her clit.  Her body shuddered in orgasm, and her tight little cunny nearly drug him with her.

"This what you want Slayer?"  Spike asked as he began the long slow strokes again.  "You want the Big Bad to bloody shag you senseless?"

"Uh-huh," was her languid response, her body barely able to move.

He kept the grinding going till the last of her orgasm had finished. He pulled her now limp body up and held her by her ass as he  drug her out of
the hard dark corner of the basement floor where the blocks met the concrete.  Buffy's lips were sucking on the side of his neck nearly hard
enough to draw blood as she tried to regain control of her limbs.  He walked towards the washing machine with her legs around his waist.  Using a slow thrusting pace inside her, he began  working her up again.  As he reached the machine he rolled her so she was facing away, never missing a beat. 

Taking a slow deliberate poke his finger  rediscovered her clit as he began thrusting into her again.  Once Buffy’s  feet hit the floor, she  found his
rhythm easily and began working with him.  Only then did she speak.

"You like slayer pussy Spike?"  Her hip ground back into his as her breathing again become ragged.  "Then...oh god…you better fuck me hard."

Buffy's whole body shook in violent orgasm.  Her knees almost gave out under her as her lover began pounding her so hard, her sex tortured body couldn't keep up.  His thrusts coming so fast, it sounded like a machine gun was being fired.  His fingers dug greedily into her clit, twisting, stretching
and pinching it till Buffy could barely remember her own name.  Buffy wailed as her vampire lover relentlessly slammed into her already overworked cunt. 

One orgasm followed another as she began thrusting her dripping cunny back at the pile-driving demon.  "Oh, oh, OH, Spike <groan> SPIKE<shudders>."

Never one to be outdone Buffy remembered that her new lover had yet to even kiss her this morning.  Using Slayer grace she placed all her weight on her elbows as she turned her body over, all the while never breaking rhythm.  When once again she could see his face, she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him down into a soul, searing kiss.

She felt the scars on her neck begin to burn as they had her night with Parker, but this time she knew what was going on.  She understood what the
twin scars meant.  Her nails dug deep into Spike's back, as the anger at Angel seemed to possess her.  The scars were a claim.  First the Master,
then Angel had bitten her to control her.  If asked Angel would swear it was just his way of being connected to her, and just yesterday she would have thought it was romantic. However this morning with 185 lbs of vicious pussy pounding Vamp trying to tear her in two, it royally pissed her off.

"You ever wanna fuck a Slayer again Bleach Boy, you better tear me in half."   Buffy whisper screamed in Spike's ear.

"You know Angel is gonna kill us for this."  He countered. As she leaned back his evil grin melted her insides.

The cross around her neck  had been Angel's gift of love, his token of eternal devotion.  He had given it to her the very night they had first met,
and Buffy had worn it since.  It swayed between her breasts as Spike pounded harder.  This was no longer about finesse; it was him trying to split her in two.  He was fucking her with a fury as if by sheer brutality of  their sex, he could wipe Angel's name from her mind, and it was working.  She had never known that vampires could sweat till she saw his sweat drop onto the cross.  Every time she drug him down into a burning kiss, the same fires branded his chest.   Yet he never slowed, his hands grasped her hips so hard that Buffy could already feel the bruising.  He was screwing his grandsire’s love, and he was damn well enjoying it.  Buffy's hands reached of  their own violation to her throat to grasp the clasp of her necklace, ripping it free from  her body and throwing it across the room.  It  represented yesterday, and today she was getting her brains screwed out by her talented new lover.

His thickness was still stretching her almost to the point of pain, but Buffy was beyond that.   She felt as though  her world had turned upside
down.  As he slammed again and again into her cervix, an orgasm started building that felt like it started in her toes, and as it hit her stomach it
cramped with its intensity.  Her primal scream was only just covered by her new lover, who covered  her mouth with his own and driving his tongue into her mouth with the same tenacity that drove his cock to almost split her womb.  He was hitting bottom and nearly ripping her open, and it still
wasn't enough.  Buffy pulled her hair away from her neck where it covered Angel's mark and offered it to this demon, Spike.

When he bit her, the pain was more intense than anything she had ever felt.  It was more than just the bite though, as she could feel Angel trying to
push her to stake his unruly grandchilde.  But her slayer side was tired of Angel's mark controlling her human side, and before Buffy could even think
her own teeth sank into Spike's neck.  Her voice shouting, "Mine." As Spike answered, "Yours," she felt Angel's iron grip torn from her very soul.  It
was freeing. Her orgasm overtook her, as she tasted her own blood on Spike's lips.

His next move surprised her.  As his mouth moved to her unmarked side,  he sank in his teeth roaring, "Mine."  But hey what  was a girl to do.  In
response, she  sank her teeth into the free side of Spike's neck.  At the moment she did, she again felt another presence as she bit through
Drusilla's mark, but Spike's insane sire just smiled and allowed Buffy to Mate  with her Childe.  Unlike Angel, Dru had never sought to dominate, and that in the end freed her.  Her claim turned familial, and now encompassed Buffy as well.
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The kitchen

Upstairs in the kitchen, the elder Buffy had been a little surprised when she entered the kitchen to the sounds and smells of the sex happening in the
basement.  Surprised, but seriously pleased.  This Buffy might have it a whole lot easier now.

She began cooking breakfast for the kids.  She felt it when it happened, the backlash off of Angel's twin claims being broken nearly knocked her off her feet.  Her smile broadened; they were being kind of stupid, but what the hey, they were just two crazy kids.  However, when the double claim was made Buffy the elder nearly marched into the basement to take a stick to the two idiots.  Didn't they understand how stupid they were being?  A simple mating was fine, but what they had done was the epitome of enslavement - they would now be  virtually  slaves to  their mates.

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The Basement

PAIN.  The suddenness of it was terrifying; one moment she had known the most intense bliss of her young life, and seconds later she had free-fallen
into a pain ten times greater than the pleasure had been. Buffy heard a whimper and realized it came from her own mouth.  It seemed that everywhere she touched Spike, her body ached, but when she tried to move it was worse.  She lay there on top of him where they had both fallen as the pain had overcome them.

Buffy realized with a start that she wasn't just feeling her own pain but Spike's as well.  And as she felt his pain, it was added to her own.  It
then went back to Spike to be added to his; it was a frightening feedback loop that seemed without end.  Buffy prayed to lose consciousness, but her mind remained clear and focused on the pain.

Spike could no longer see, the pain so great that the world had gone white.  Oh he knew pain.  Twenty years with Angelus and Darla had taught him all about pain, but this was different; this felt as if his whole world was being burned down and remade.  There was a heat to his body that was
completely new.  It was as if he had swallowed a furnace.  The throbbing in his chest felt as if he was being beaten with a hammer.  It felt as if he
were being burned alive at a cellular level.

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Los Angelus

Cordelia and Doyle had been outside of Angel's apartment for over thirty minutes.  They had been inside when first Angel had almost passed out, then gone into gameface and started destroying everything in sight.  It was obvious that it was something about Spike and Buffy, as he alternated
cursing at both of them and crying because Buffy "was ruining her life." It didn't take a genius to see that a trip to Sunnydale was imminent.
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Underneath Sunnydale High

Xander had never thought pleasure could become pain, but as the Amazon continued to ride his cock, he began to understand.  By the clock on the
wall they had been going for twelve hours, and he had come so many times he had lost count.  His cock was raw and every movement she made hurt.  His nuts were razor burned, and her juice made tears form in his eyes.  The pain in said nuts was  so intense that he had already blacked out three times as the nympho Amazon continued to use  him for her pleasure.  He was certain that there was no more cum in him.  Had it been just twelve hours still?  Twelve hellish hours.  The only thing that kept him sane was the fact that the Scoobs were looking for him even now.  That Buffy, and yes, perhaps even Spike, were on  their way to save him.

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Revello Drive - the Basement

Buffy felt herself seem to waken.  In front of her stood a man in an old style suit, who was a lot bigger than her.  His face seemed distorted as if
she was still asleep, but she saw his sharp cheekbones and handlebar mustache.

"You bloody useless git."  The man punched her in the face and as she fell he began to kick her.  "Gonna bloody well toughen you up boy."

Buffy tried to stand, but the man continued to beat on her till she could taste her own blood.

"C'mon William, be a man."  The man stepped back and looked at her, "You’re as useless as your bloody mother."

As Buffy curled in on herself she got a look in the mirror.  She was wearing Spike's face, and her best guess was that she was around seven years old.




Chapter 7

Revello Drive the Basement

Buffy felt herself seem to waken.  In front of her stood a man in an old style suit, who  was a lot bigger than her.  His face seemed distorted as if
she was still asleep, but she saw his sharp cheekbones and handlebar mustache.

"You bloody useless git."  The man punched her in the face and as she fell he began to kick her.  "Gonna bloody well toughen you up boy."

Buffy tried to stand but the man continued to beat on her till she could taste her own blood.

"C'mon William, be a man."  The man stepped back and looked at her.  "You’re as useless as your bloody mother."

As Buffy curled in on herself she got a look in the mirror.  She was wearing Spike's face, and her best guess was that she was around seven years old.

As tears filled her eyes she wondered what the fuck  was going on.

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Spike recognized the man towering over her from the pictures Joyce had shown him last night.  It was Hank Summers.  He was dancing around the man trying to get his attention.

"Daddy look," Spike heard a childish Buffy voice come from his own mouth as he twirled, “I didn't make the Ice Queen, but..."

"Buffy," her father cut her off as he folded his paper.  "How many times have I told you? You're a Summers, if you can't be the best why even try."

The older man looked into Spike's eyes, and his sad look had the body he was in crying.

All Spike could think was what the Bloody hell was this?

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Revello Drive the Kitchen

Elder Buffy dialed the number with a silly grin on her face.  She had to admit if she had to pick two people stupid enough to do what they had done
it would be a Buffy and Spike.  They had a lot of pain in store for them, but in the long run it might just be worth it.

"Hello. Greyson, Gorden and Aldridge, how may I direct your call?” the voice on the other end of the line asked.  W&H weren’t the only inter-dimensional law firm, and this one wasn't evil.  That Aldridge bat was a bit too interested in her William, but still she wasn’t really completely evil.

"Holly, please.  Tell her, it's Buffy Summers Kenticot."   Elder Buffy glanced back at the basement door.  "Yes I'll hold."

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Basement

Buffy saw it all - Angelus torturing Spike on a homemade rack, for daring to touch Darla, after Darla had seduced Spike because Angel was screwing Dru. Dru's tears and Darla's laughter screamed at her.  Angelus constantly doing what was "best" for William by hurting him again and again and again.  Only Dru seemed to care about the broken battered body of her childe.

But even Dru always chose her Daddy.  As Angelus hid in the shadows and stalked the easiest prey, Spike hunted for prey with bite.  Even as a mere fledge, he seemed to enjoy hunting things bigger and badder than he was supposed to be.  Every hunt to try and impress his family.  He did more with less than any of the others, but still he was seen as a second class Vamp.

Then Angelus left them, and Spike killed his first Slayer, not even the Master himself had tried such a feat at such a young age.  But even then, he
was still known as Angelus' halfwit Grand Childe.  He was ridiculed behind his back for being stupid, impulsive - this about a MAN who  had graduated first from Oxford.  This about a Vamp that continuously kept his insane Sire alive.  Buffy's heart swelled nearly to the point of bursting at the pain he felt.

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Spike saw it all - Buffy continuously seeking approval, first from her father, then from her cheerleading pals at Hemery, then Angel, and then her
watcher and so called friends.   Yes, he felt it all - the way the lot of them dangled  their approval in front of her  only to snatch it away when
she didn't fit into there narrow minded view of what was good and proper. He tried to go into demon face at them, but he was now effectively Buffy,
and she had no demon face.  His anger grew at the cruel treatment his mate had faced, but he knew she thought this was ‘Right and Just’.

Then he was there in his own worst nightmare.  The one memory that he had blocked from his mind.
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Then Buffy was there, beside her mate watching him do the unthinkable, his fangs slipping into his own mother’s neck.  At first she thought he was like Angelus, but she could feel what he felt.  It wasn't anger or hatred; it was love. Only love and elation, as he bit into his own wrist and fed his mother his blood.

"She was dying."  The Spike beside her spoke, "She had TB.  Ya know in the future it is easy to control, but here, now, bloody hell."  His tears ran
down his face without thought.  This was his mate; he could trust her.

Buffy watched enthralled as his mother awakened.  Then the awful things that came from the demon’s mouth had Buffy ready to stake her.  Instead she stepped up beside Spike and pulled him closer to her and began rocking him gently as they fell to the floor.  Whispering in his ear that this wasn't
his mother, that not all demons could feel like he did.  She didn't know where her newfound wisdom came from, but she thanked whoever had sent it.
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Kitchen

"Sooo, you can't send us home?"  Elder Buffy says to the person on the line.   "Well can you do this for me, this world's Spike was captured by the
Initiative and had his wallet stolen...I know, I know, but can you cancel his credit cards and watch to make sure that the American Government doesn't seize any of his properties?"

"Good, and can you issue him and his new mate new credit cards? ... Of course it’s a Buffy, you think I would be doing this if it were someone
else?  … OK, and oh yeah, that car my Spike loves so much, can you deliver three of them to Revello Drive?  .... Two black with red interior and one red with black interior?  ...  Yeah Jaguar XK 8 convertibles that's the one.  Ok, then I'll get back to trying to drag them out of the basement.  Thanks Holly, you are the coolest nymphomaniac succubus attorney I have ever met."

As she looked around Joyce entered the kitchen.   She had dodged this version of her mother since she had gotten here.  She had used her children
to run interference, and Erin had been excellent at it.  But now here in the kitchen, she had to face her fears.

"Mommy," was all she got out of her mouth before the mature, distinguished slayer  dissolved as the tears started to flow.

"Baby," Joyce held her close and talked softly to this older version of her daughter, "tell me?"

"You died, and I was alone," Elder Buffy couldn't stop crying once she started.   "About a year from now.  You had been having migraines and.…" She was blubbering and she wasn't supposed to.  She was a wife, a mother, one of the Inner Circle of the Council, but she couldn't stop.  "And you had brain surgery.  I save the world all the time, but I couldn't save you."

Joyce just held onto to her promising herself that she would make an appointment that very day to get a professional opinion about the headaches
that she had been having.

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Basement

Buffy came back to herself setting in Spike's lap; he was still buried in her.  His head laid on her shoulder, him crying unabashedly.  She pushed his
head back so she could see his eyes.  "Spike," she whispered to him, her voice soft and caring, "You did everything you could.  You loved her, and
you tried to save her."

"Always second best."  Spike couldn't look directly into her eyes.

"You are first bestest here."  Buffy kissed him and began nibbling on his chin.  "To me, you are my world."

"Not much your bloody choice now, is it love."

"Spike, make love to me.  Slow, steady love to your lover and mate."

His lips found hers and began healing them both.

Tbc

Beta Note:  Oracleholly proudly declares that she owns her name exclusively,
but that Wulfie dear does have permission to use it…for now!  All
characterizations of moi by Wulfie are, well, the result of his fevered,
perverse imagination and any resemblance to the real me…enough said.

Chapter Eight

For the first time, Xander woke feeling no pain. The blonde bombshell currently sat astride his lap nibbling on his ear. He was still buried to the hilt in her vise and as hard as a rock, but the look in her eyes when she looked up was a kindness and love shining through that went beyond the tortured lust they had shared.

"Tell me." She gently bit his earlobe. "Tell me how to do this, for you."

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Xander Harris was once again dressed, only this time in hospital scrubs. Although he still hung from chains attached to the cavernous ceiling. His body felt rejuvenated, and even though he was starved and shaved bald, he was in high spirits. Hipptolya had gone for help, and the most beautiful woman he had ever seen had screwed him nearly to death.

Life in Xander's world was beyond good.

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Sunnydale University outside of Buffy's dorm.

Angel walked in front of his troop, the model of a modern major general. His coat billowing out behind him, his clothes pressed perfectly, and his hair gelled just so. He was - in his own mind - the most dynamic man on the planet, and he KNEW the people behind him would follow him anywhere. Through rain or sleet, they would follow because he was the very model of a modern major general.

He has information vegetable, animal, and mineral. He knew the kings of England, and he quotes the fights historical. It was his greatest gift and his greatest cross to bear. It wasn't his fault that he was born, then unborn, to be this good a leader. It was something he just had to deal with. He has information vegetable, animal, and mineral, he knew the kings of England, and he quotes the fights historical.

He was very well acquainted too with matters mathematical, and he understood equations, both the simple and quadratical. He had to just face it - he was truly a genius. Everyone knew it. That was why they followed him without question. Everyone knew of his greatness and genius.

"Angel, are you sure this is the way to Buffy's dorm?" Cordelia whined.

"YES, Cordy. For the last time, I'm sure." Dear lord didn't she know who he was?

"Uhhhhhmmmmm, Angel," Doyle began, "You have the map upside down."

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Willy's

The blonde woman walked into the bar as if she owned the place. Wearing a skin-tight black latex pantsuit stretched tight over her playboy centerfold body. Capping it off was a girl next-door face with platinum blonde hair. Even the most pure bred of demons found themselves drooling, for she was womanhood personified. Sex, danger, and home rolled into a nearly perfect package.

When she reached the bar, her left hand struck like a cobra grabbing Willy by the collar and yanking him half across the counter.

"Phone now!" Her voice was low, and her eyes were dangerous.

Willy motioned and the phone was handed to her quickly.

After she had dropped Willy and finished dialing she spoke, "Holly, I need you to get in contact with my mom immediately."

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Initiative

William entered room 314 with little resistance now that the computers were down and the soldiers and scientists were dropping like flies. The entire base was in turmoil. This would be easier than he thought. As he entered the final doors, he froze. There, lying in a pool of her own blood was Maggie Walsh, with a fully constructed Adam standing over her.

"Welcome to my world, little human." The monster spoke.

"No monster boy, welcome to mine." William dropped an 18-inch nickel-plated spike from his jacket sleeve into his hand, smirked wickedly and merged with the shadows.

Time Tossed 10

As William faded into the shadows, Adam charged but brought himself up short as his sensors no longer registered William’s presence in the room.  He stopped and began a deeper scan. 

"Excellent human, exactly what are you?"  The hulking behemoth asked.

"A cautionary tale."  A voice said from the shadows as William drove his spike through Adam's right shoulder. Then withdrew it and disappeared.

Adam seemed not to notice the blood and hydraulic fluid seeping down his arm as he continued scanning switching between every optic and sound sensor he had.  He could not even pick up breathing.  He unsheathed his own spike, the spike of a Polgara demon.  His lumbering form got into his best fighting stance.

Again William shifted out of the shadows and again he stabbed Adam this time from the front directly into the monster's heart.  //Damn, I thought mum said this guy was tough. // 

"You draw power from the shadows?"  Adam asked the seemingly empty room.  "Then no more shadows."

William seemed to materialize when the lights in the room intensified into nearly blindingly light.

"Oh yeah mate, I think I like you."

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Sunnydale U

Angel stood staring at the map.  It was obviously faulty, because he knew this town like the back of his hand, and....  damn, when did he get a wart on his newly healed finger??   He looked back at the map searching for the location of the butcher’s shop he had frequently used so he would have a reference for this part of town, but there was no butcher on it.  In fact he didn’t saw no businesses of any kind.  Hmmmmm.

"Angel, can we go get something to eat already?  Then go by Buffy's house and look for her?"  Cordelia whined.

Angel almost answered her before he heard heartbeats all around him.  They seemed to be everywhere.  But hey, he was a great guy and EVERYONE loved him and forgave him, unlike his evil, loathsome not to be mentioned Grandchilde.

"Perfect!" A voice spoke from the shadows, "You aren't Spike, but hey, we can make do."

Angel went into game face at the very idea that HE the Powers one True Champion could ever be second to that despicable soulless demon that was his Grandchilde, even as tasers hit him from every angle.

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Revello Dr.

"Where the hell is he?"  Elder Buffy ranted.  "I swear to God, I think you kids were born to torment me for things in a past life.  He is exactly like his father." 

Her baby boy was missing, and everyone there knew it.  She was beyond pissed; she felt so guilty.  She knew he wasn't as bad as Joy, but still he liked to wander around looking for trouble.  She opened the younger Buffy's weapon chest and started handing out weapons.  "Spike, you go with Erin," she paused for only a second, "either bring them both back or stay gone.”

She heard younger Buffy's growl.  "Please, he is just as likely as the kids to go pick fights."

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Science Labs

William relaxed on his haunches.  His shirt and jacket ripped from his body exposing a musculature much like his father's, the only difference being that William carried another thirty pounds of muscle across his chest, shoulder and arms.  He was covered in scratches and small wounds, and oh yeah, he had been stabbed... twice.  Once in the stomach and once through his shoulder.  His demon was at the fore, and his yellow eyes glowed with merriment.  He was bloody well having the time of his life.

The spike he held in his hand now had been recently acquired from Adam – his own Polgara stake.  His own nickel-plated weapon had been jammed so deep into Adam's mechanical eye, that he was gonna have to pull it out the back of the cyborg's head.  He stood slowly going straight to his toes his mentally begging the creature to try him again. 

"Looking kind of peaked mate."  William said as he began circling the thing.  "Wot, monster boy not up to speed on Damphyres?"

"You will die slowly child."  The construct was actually wheezing.  Of course Will had to fight a wince.  Every time his left leg had to support him, but bloody hell it sooo was worth it.

His flying tackle drove Adam back through a door, and they fell out into a cave.  There chained to a wall was Xander Harris smiling.

"One of Buffy and Spike's kids I presume."  Xander said with a smile.  //Oh man now I get to see the freaking weird ass G I Joe wanna be get his.//

"William ALEXANDER Kenticot."  William couldn't help smiling at his ‘Uncle’.  "Their only son."

Adam fought to his feet and charged Xander only to have William snap kick his knees, breaking both.  As it fell William followed up with a crescent to the back of the thing’s head.

"Swords and knives in the black bag."  Xander told Will conversationally.

"Thanks mate."  William said as he tucked rolled and came up beside the bag.  Pulling out a Greek short sword, he turned and gutted the cyborg as it fought to stand.  As the thing finally started to completely fall, Will reached in its chest cavity and pulled out its uranium core.

"Wanna blow this Popsicle stand Uncle Xander?"  Will asked as he caught the chains holding Xander and ripped them loose from the ceiling.
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Outside the Complex

"You sure your brother is in there?"  Spike asked Erin as they slipped up on the guards beside the gate.  Spike turned to the guards and vamped, yelling, "BOO!"  Then punched them both.

"Well, despite what Mum said, Will is sooo her son.  And these people tortured him and were trying to stake you."  She walked up to the computer console, flipping the top open.  "You do the math.  Where would mum be?"

"True enough.” He watched in amazement as she knowingly pressed buttons and toggled switches.  "So you’re bloody good with computers, must take after your Papa."

"Yeah," she beamed prettily.  "My Papa even taught me this trick."  She rammed her fist through the console and ripped out all the wires.  Electric sparks flew from the computer as the doors opened half way.

"Bloody hell, that IS Spike 101."  The Vamp said as he followed her in.

Even as they entered the facility, William was running towards them with a green cylinder in his hand and Xander following him.  He winked at the two.  Then spoke, "You were right Uncle Spike.” William hoped that both of them would go along with him and not hurt the feelings of man behind him. "Adam had him.  Mum and Aunt Buffy guarding the back entrance?"

"Right, mate, you should have waited for the rest of us though."  Wondering why he was agreeing to lie, Spike could only reason that this was his mate's friend and hurting the Whelp would hurt her.  Good enough.  "Let’s get him out of here and to help."

"Spike?"  Xander spoke. "One thing.  When you drain that bastard Finn,” He looked directly into the Vamp's eyes.  "I wanna be there to kick him in the balls."

"Uhhhhhmmmmm right mate."  //Who the bloody hell was Finn? //

Chapter 11

January 2014

It wasn't often the two slayers got time alone. Look at the facts: three kids, their home being both Senior Watcher and Scooby central, Spike also being - William Kenticott, Duke of Flooksburg - responsible for all of his estates. Add all these facts together and the two usually wound up with a houseful of people. Having a whole day just to themselves was amazing. So far Buffy had been lucky to keep her t-shirt on, her panties and bra had long since been shredded by her lover's amorous attention. The antique wooden table between them now had been a gift to the family over four hundred years ago. Buffy's breaths were coming in labored gasps as she ducked and dodged her mate. Four times so far he had caught her, and four times he had had his wicked way with her - not that she was complaining mind you - but damn four times before 9 am! Even slayers got sore.

"Oh baby, can't we rest a bit?" Buffy asked, her fingers sliding down her stomach trailing to her pubic hairs below. "I am sooo tired."

Spike just grinned at her then dove over the table just as Buffy hit the floor and rolled back under it, grin splitting her face. "You want it baby? You got to be faster." Her sly grin inflamed her lover. Buffy had decided that on his next grab, he just might get a taste - a small one, but still a taste. She thought he was sexy as hell, tanned upper body open to her loving eyes, black sweat pants riding low on his hips. 'Dear God, quit Buffy or you'll be chasing him down.'

"Spiiiiiike," She moaned out, loving that she could affect him just with her voice after more than ten years. "Am I just your cheap shag toy?" She pouted at him.

"Bloody hell," Spike snorted. "Yeah, love 'cheap', Jaguars and Mink grow on bloody trees."

Buffy's grin grew positively evil, "Cool. See, there is this new Porsche I had my eye on…."

Before she could finish, he was across the table and had her pinned face first over it grinding slowly into her ass. 'A taste my ass,' Buffy thought, 'He can have the whole apple!' She was grinding back into him with force looking forward to his hard penetration and grueling fuck.

BAMBAMBAMBAM

Someone was pounding at the door, which to the chagrin was only about thirty feet from them. "Someone is at the door love." Spike said as he stepped back from her, loving her moans of protest. From the smell of her arousal, she was nearly there and he had yet to even touch her with a finger. He knew her body better than she did.

"Yeah, and they can wait till we are through." Buffy surprised him, sort of reaching back and yanking him back towards her by his sweats, half tearing them off him as she did. Her hand then grabbed his hard cock, trying to force him inside her, but he kept himself just rubbing against her outer lips.

BAMBAMBAMBAM

"No, love. It's the love of your life out there." Spike said with mock seriousness. "You wouldn't want to waste your time with a soulless evil thing like me." Spike's said with a straight face. Still, the laughter in his eyes pissed her off.

Buffy searched the floor around them and found an afghan that looked suitable; she tied it around her waist as an imitation of a skirt. And walked to the door ready to kill both Angel and Spike.

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